Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.